Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.